I met him once at a TV industry party. This was a few seasons into Mad Men, but pre-Hammaconda. He had nice-guy, straight man vibes, was friendly to everyone. When he shook my hand, he looked me in the eyes, which are a mesmerizing greenish-grey color. He reeked of cigarette smoke and was wearing a nice leather jacket. (I remember thinking how he'll never get the smell of smoke off that jacket.) We exchanged pleasantries, then when the song Fuck You be Cee-Lo came on, he rushed to the dancefloor.
